i want to ask you fellows
why do you shut me out?
when i've driven every place that they call land
i talk plain talk
i've seen the moon sitting on the road
and i don't eat no chateaubriand
and i drive my car under same stars
where the miles are
come back i demand
dear gentlemen
please let me in
i don't know how i can make you understand
i'm a pure denizen of the citizens band
i'm a pure denizen of the citizens band
i'm a pure denizen of the citizens band
i'm a pure denizen of the citizens band
hey friend
you know what i'd do
if i was making the bucks
well
i'd move me to a place
where all they had was trucks
'cause there's one thing that i can't stand
there's one thing that i cannot stand
one thing i cannot stand
can't stand
cannot stand
can't stand